CuteLikeMurder
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As if killing the bard impresses us.
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on May 8, 2018 22:17:07 GMT -5
The Sun rose over the streets of District One. There was a somber feel to the usual shuffle and bustle of District One. It was always like this the closer they got to a reaping. But such was life. Every year two were taken. Sometimes they came back. Most times they did not. Those were the odds.
For the most part the Citizens of District One pretended as if the Games didn't exist. They had their trainees. One of them would volunteer for fame and glory and the other children would be safe for another year. There was an elegant softness to these citizens outside of their victors, who were steel wrapped in silk. Beautiful and deadly, they were the revered untouchables. They won for their district and they were the pride and joy of District One. Because not only had they stepped in for another child ill prepared for the games, but they had come back. They helped other District One Tributes ready themselves for the Games.
Children too young to be reaped played on large open patches of grass, wearing light jackets. Because despite it being in middle of winter, it was only mildly chilly on a gray, damp morning. Older children did the same, trying to take their minds off the comings days when one boy and one girl would be chosen for the games. Their parents went about their business, living, working, they too tried to think about anything but the coming Reaping.
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